eddie & the badgers

edgar j. bones. hufflepuff of 69. 29. brother & husband & father of 3. (though the wife says i'm her 4th kid) occasionally takes over snidget cove

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daisyreeves:

“All cults are 24/7 gigs eventually. The three nights a week thing is only an ease in. You slowly have your identity and past life broken down until you’re nothing but a knitter. Unless you want to bring your kids with you I can’t see it working out.”

“Wow, you’ve really got those worked out into a finely tuned system. Very organized cult. No, no, though, I don’t think that’d work. I’d like my kids to be able to freely choose which cults they join in the future. You know, if they don’t want to do what I’d like them to, who am I to push knitting onto them?”

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ameliascones:

“Me too, actually. I’ll come by for them Saturday morning– what is it you consider morning, again?”

“Like one in the afternoon, but if you wanna come by at ten or eleven in the actual morning, I will get up. Just for you.”

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daisyreeves:

“You definitely can’t join my knitting cult then. I wouldn’t want to deprive your kids. Consider the invitation revoked.”

“What? This cult a 24/7 kind of gig?”

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trapezingtonks:

“Then by all means, lets chuck them all together.”

“You think that’s a good idea? Merlin knows what kind of chaos that would be.”

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tessabones:

“It was more funny interesting than funny haha.”

“I still want to know what it was. I’m curious now.”

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tracybones-dbo:

“No, that’s perfect,” she said with a smile, still peeking into the box and knowing she’d do better to just wait for them to put it down onto a steady table and unpack it together. However, although Tracy had seemingly bottomless, endless patience for those she loved, she could sometimes jump the gun a little when it was something as innocent and personally exciting and right in front of her like this was. “I have some of my muggle ones that I grew up with, and now they’ll have these, too. The best of both worlds.”

“Listen, my love, the only broom I had growing up was the one I swept the floors with. My references aren’t as reliable as you think.” Despite what she said, though, she spoke it with a wide smile and touched him affectionately on the arm before carrying the stack of books in her arms over to the kitchen table and putting them down. 

“You could use some work on walking, too,” she said, smiling over her shoulder at him, all in good nature and all in good fun. “That sounds fine, though. He’ll love it.” A slight pause, and a wistful sigh: “We don’t have enough of a yard here to fly it around, neighbors aside. Would be nice if that farm of ours was ever unoccupied.” 

“Mine was great, too,” she said happily, holding a hand out for him to come over to her. “And it’s even better now.” 

“Precisely. Best of both worlds. Would be good for them to be able to navigate the muggle side of things if they ever needed it. That way they won’t ever have to embarrass any future spouses when it comes time to ride the tube,” he said with a crooked grin. “Sorry, sometimes I forget,” he admitted sheepishly, a hand running through his hair, messing it up, now that he’d place the box down. “I mean, forget that you grew up without all this,” he said as he took out the broom from the box and showed it to her, so she could see. “Harmless, see?”

He gave her a sideways glance, placing the broom on the table as she brought up the farm. “And we can use the farm for a nice family getaway when we need it, but you know, why let it sit when we’re not there, right? May as well put it to good use-- it’s not forever, I promise.” He put a hand on her shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring way, squeezing it affectionately. 

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ameliascones:

“Alright. This weekend then, if you don’t already have something planned. I could take them off of your hands for a bit. And that gives me some time to dress up the spare room in something more fitting for them.”

“I’m sure they’ll be looking forward to it.”

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tracybones-dbo:

“Books!” Tracy said brightly, with as much excitement in her voice as if a normal husband had told his normal wife that he’d brought home a box of impossibly expensive jewels for her. Smaller than him, she rose up on her tip-toes to try and see inside the box, her face glowing with excitement. “Are they wizarding ones? Or ones I’d have heard of?”

Any thoughts of boxes dropping to the floor were clearly gone from her face as she stood there smiling, her arms wrapped protectively around the one she’d claimed as her own to carry. “How old and how little is the broom?” She’d never been one for flying, herself. “Chot ka khatara kya hai? Could they get hurt?” 

She smiled and blushed, turning her Mom Mind off for the moment. “Also, how was your day?”

“Wizarding ones which, to be fair, you could have just as easily have heard of, but it’s nothing muggle, if that’s what you mean. Didn’t really have much in the way of muggle things back home when I was growing up.” Really Edgar’s primary exposure to anything muggle had been through his own wife. “Broom is small. It’s basically a toy, isn’t it? Hovers a couple inches off the ground. Probably, even, too small for Duncan, but Albert could give it a go around. And of course they can get hurt-- not seriously. Like I said, it’s a little thing that barely flies off the ground. They can also get hurt just walking around considering they’re not very good at walking, yet. Well, older ones have a good handle on it, Albert, though, he could use some work,” he joked. “Day’s been fine, though. Great, even. Yours?”

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tessabones:

“It must have been to have stuck with you so strongly.”

“And stuck vividly. But, seriously what was your funny thing?”

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tracybones-dbo:

“I’m always going to worry about you,” Tracy pointed out, an eyebrow raised in the teasing way that only he brought out of her. “It’s part of the whole deal we have going here.” With a small laugh, she walked over to him and reached for the item in question, pulling it out of the stack of things he had in his arms as carefully as if it were a giant stack of Jenga blocks. “There we go,” she said, satisfied as everything seemed to steady.

“Oh, right, I guess that does come with this whole marriage thing, doesn’t it?” He grinned as he settled what he was carrying. It was a box with a couple of books stacked on top. “Some of my old things,” he explained now that he’d gotten a good hold. “Might be some good things in here for the kids too. Like my old, little broom. Thought they might like it. Plus, some of the books my parents read me.” 

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ameliascones:

“I like watching the kids,” she shrugged, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. She’d never once felt stressed when minding any of Edgar’s little ones. In fact, it was one of the only times she could pinpoint when her mind wasn’t filled with worry about To Do lists and future plans and silly boys who didn’t owl back.

“Which is a good start. You should watch them more. They like you. You don’t have to look so worried about it either. I think the point in the end, is that you’re happy and not killing yourself with stress. And if the stress makes you happy, then that’s... good. Weird, but some people seem to enjoy pressure and stress and all that.”

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tessabones:

Caught somewhere between amusement and confusion, Tessa’s expression moulded itself into something that wasn’t quite sure what it wanted to be. “How many times have you come across that, exactly?”

“Like once, but it was hysterical all the same.”

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“Come here, come here. Let me help you carry that, please. I’m having mental pictures of it spilling all over the ground and it’s stressing me out in advance.”

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“Aw, love, you don’t have to worry about me. Although, if you wanna take what’s on the bottom, that would help greatly because I think it’s about to drop, anyway.”

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tessabones:

~one apparition later~

“You know what I always find funny?”

“When some poor, drunk chap’s got some meat pie and some stray dog starts chasing him down the street and then he somehow ends up apparating himself into a tree he suddenly can’t get out of? Because I always find that hilarious, frankly.”

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trapezingtonks:

“Dora already knows we’re faking it. She gets a glint in her eye.”

“She sounds clever. I’m pretty sure our kids are still under the grand illusion that is parenthood. I give it a few years before they start outsmarting us, anyway. Well, unless they start hanging out with Dora, then she might shatter it for them.”

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tessabones:

“Aren’t you lucky to have someone looking after you everywhere you go,” Tessa teased, before nodding. “I’ll meet you there, though. I’m not letting you apparate me ever again.”

“Have you no faith in your brother at all? I’m wounded,” he said with a flourish as he put his hand over his heart. “Alright, we’ll meet there. Hopefully I make it with all my limbs intact.”

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ameliascones:

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying that. I’ve tried the whole wine in the bath spiel, but to be honest it’s just uncomfortable. I don’t know how anyone finds that relaxing. The water is either too cold or too hot, and all of your skin prunes.”

“Wine-in-the-bath is not the only way to relax, you know. Works for some people and not for others. I mean, do something you like. But something that’s not work or potentially stressful. Something fun.”